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ooc; open log because as I've said before the minute someone asks I go "SURE!"

Where: The train ride
Who: Smoker, Tashigi and ANYONE/EVERYONE (feel free to jump in the Tashigi/Smoker thread or make your own)
Why: I'm a sucker for logs and guuhhh cute stuff resolution
What: Taking the train from St. Poplar to Water 7, Smoker dealing with Tashigi's SECRET motion sickness
When: Thursday COMING BACK.
Rating: G for sweet and cute unless someone amps it <3

Smoker checked in on the separate bedroom car he'd gotten his Ensign. It figures. She would have motion sickness. Good thing he'd never dragged her along on his bike. And at the minimum she didn't get seasick because if there was marine in this world who would, just to frustrate him further, it would wind up being her. "Hey little lady," he joked knowing how much she hated being called that. "Have a drink." He didn't tell her what was in it. A combination of what Michiko had suggested.

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"Yes sir..."

She nodded slightly and listened carefully about the who deal with Karen. She thought for a moment, and then smiled shaking her head. "Perhaps she doesn't want to bother you with it, Smoker-san."

Perhaps she was speaking more for herself, than Karen, but she was never quite sure why that little pool of unease rumbled through her chest whenever she was left behind when everyone else was able to go out and have fun. She closed her eyes and breathed in slowly, masking the look of discomfort (aimed at her own acknowledgment of jealousy for almost everyone else) for one of sickness as she thought out the words quickly.

"Perhaps she is just homesick?"

That one was definitely aimed for Karen, she noted. "Not every woman is going to simply tell you how she feels about certain things, sir. You may just have to let it go and allow them to be alone for a while until they get themselves in order..."

That she noted, may have been directed more at herself than Karen, but she hoped he wouldn't see through it.

"Tashigi," Smoker's eyes slid over, "Something on your mind?"

It didn't make sense to him that Karen could be homesick since she had Nataku to keep her company now and in his mind the cure for homesickness was going out and having fun, just like he'd planned. Or spending time with someone who cares. But Tashigi was clearly upset beyond just the train ride. He handed her drink back to her. "Work?"

She took the drink thankfully, sipping at it slowly, careful not to upset her stomach. Her free hand returning from patting the other's hand, before it was placed calmly on her own lap. She thought about answering truthfully for a few moments, but quickly pushed the thought back in favour of lying. No doubt Smoker would find out eventually... but right now... she wasn't going to let him know about the jealous feelings, not until she couldn't stand it anymore.

Unknowingly, that hand on her lap balled into the soft material of the blanket and her lip was bitten in a slightly nervous habit. "No sir, nothing wrong." She could tell even from the soft quality her voice came out, that Smoker wasn't going to buy it right away. "I'm sure I'm just a little worn out, sir. Everything combined must've just took everything I had energy wise."

"Tashigi," Smoker's brow furrowed. "I might be dense when it comes to women, Ensign, but I can still tell when I'm being lied to. And I expect better of that from you." He nudged her chin with a gloved fist.

Her head tilted and her lip was bitten harder. "Sir, it's nothing." She felt her shoulders tighten and then relax, before she realized it wasn't at all his fault and perhaps she was taking it out on him. "... I apologize if that came out meaner than it should have."

"It's not mean," Smoker growled, hackles starting to raise on end, "It's just also lying. And I don't want to have to order you to tell me honestly Ensign because I trust you better than that but you're starting to try my patience woman."

She almost didn't notice the glass cracking in her palm, then when it shattered, she looked down at it and quickly opened her hand to make sure she wasn't bleeding, she wasted no time pushing herself off the bed, not caring how dizzy she got or the feeling in her stomach, she quickly moved the glass to the garbage, before pulling the sheet off, making sure it didn't go through to the bedsheet. She worked fast, even getting a new blanket from the closet, before she managed to sit back down on the edge of the bed, her eyes screwed shut, blood seeping from the cut hand.

"I'm sorry sir, this... this is something I'd prefer not to share..." She finally said, ignoring the dizziness or the lurch in her stomach that made her want to curl up into a ball and just cry over the fact that she wasn't strong enough to be above jealousy.

Smoker's eyes widened in alarm, "Fuck Tashigi..." he swore, feeling worried. "Alright, alright I won't make you." He grabbed the hand to inspect it for any cuts. "But I'm staying here until you feel better or kick me out. I'm not a mind-reader woman so you'll have to tell me what you want if you want me to do it."

Returning the luckily uncut hand to her, Smoker ran a hand through his own hair. He felt liked he'd been ignoring her for a while, maybe he was overcompensating with the train ride but she had been the one to ask him to come with her on one of her days off. "Sorry you've been working so hard this month," he brushed a finger down her cheek. "Is 2 days really enough?" Maybe he'd been overworking her. This was where Tashigi really proved that she was a woman in being utterly confusing. "Although speaking for myself it was nice to have a mission with just the two of us again. Last one was almost in Loguetown wasn't it? All the way at the start of the Grand Line? Catching Mr. 11?"

"T-that is fine, sir..."

Maybe her voice was a little tight and maybe she couldn't help the fact that she felt like she was breaking inside as he assumed it was simply her being over worked. "Two days is more than enough, S-Smoker-san..." She couldn't help it, her lip being sucked in between her teeth once more, chewing at it as she looked down at her lap, trying hard to ignore the feeling that was creeping up over and through her that she should tell him.

"S-sir..." Her throat felt like it was closing over and it was hard to breathe, but she managed one big inhale through her nose before teases began running down her cheeks, her eyes trained on her lap as she made no sound. "I-I... Yes, I agree." She didn't know how her voice managed to remain unbroken, but she just wanted to curl up again and sleep and make him leave her alone. "Sir, you... don't have to come with me on my day off anymore. I'm sure you could make it up to Karen-san then."

Goddamnit, she hated the fact that she was being so self-sacrificing even though all she wanted to do was have some time spent with her commander where they could just laugh and be alone and not have to worry about beginning something only to have him have to go off and be with other people, she'd rather just be alone from the beginning. The jealousy only made the tears come harder and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Tashigi," Smoker growled utterly furious. God damn it he hated crying woman. Crying Tashigi was the worst. "If you keep this up I'm going to come with you on BOTH days!" He stood up and paced the small the room feeling antsy. "Alright woman what the hell is wrong?" She must have had her period. Karen too probably. Damn that whole women being on the same cycle at the same time. It was like the world just wanted to kill of its men from things like this. "I haven't had much time to spend with Karen because of work and Nataku but that's how it is. I know you don't want me to just cancel plans and I'm fairly certain you know how much I hate canceling plans so OUT WITH IT!" He punched the side of the steel wall without thinking about reverberations. Luckily it didn't much.

Wide brown eyes were staring at him as he punched the wall, tears streaming down her face. She didn't understand it, why he wanted to know so badly and why he didn't just walk out as he would if this was anyone else. She sighed and muttered the words out so gently, though she was sure he would hear them either way. "I... feel neglected, replaced, and above all else, jealous." There. She said it, but as quick as she could she was up and out of the room and quickly made it too the normal section of the train, ignoring the stares at the tears running down her pale and sickly looking face. She kept moving though, despite the angry lurch of her stomach and dizziness that threatened to make her fall over. Damn it...! Why couldn't she be stronger? Why couldn't she be above that?!

"Tashigi," Smoker growled, placing a hand on her shoulder, "Lay back down. I'll not have you forcing yourself to sit with the others while you're miserable and sick." A pause and he pinched the bridge between his eyebrows, "Amending that: I will not let you even if it means I have to put you into bed myself." His face pinked considerably, "That came out wrong I mean.... WELL YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!" he yelled.

Once she was safely back in the bed Smoker grabbed the chair once more but pulled it closer. "You will always be my right-hand girl so long as you can put up with me. No matter what manner of other recruits we pick up to defeat Straw-Hat's crew, no matter who I take in. There's one Tashigi." He held out a lecturing finger again. "You. And that isn't going to change Ensign."

She was glad to have been put back into the bed, and could only keep her eyes on the ceiling listening to him, she noted he almost sounded jealous, but his words didn't help the feeling in the pit of her stomach. She forced herself to smile though, turning her eyes to look straight at him.

"... Sir, are you jealous that I want to call Hina-taisa a lot?"

The question wasn't meant to be offensive or anything, but maybe... him sharing this with her would make her feel better, even if it probably wouldn't.

"Yes," Smoker grinned wryly. "And sometimes if we go too long without a spar." He leaned hard on the chair backing. "Jealousy isn't prevented by being strong. It comes about because of strong feelings. A certain sense of values and justice and fairness. Being strong just helps what you do with them. And bottling it up? That's not strong. If I go too long without you again come get me. Because I don't mean to and sometimes I just give you space thinking that's what you want as a full-grown woman. Understand?"

She couldn't help but laugh, before shifting under the blankets, pulling her glasses off and set them back onto the table. She reached under the blankets and handed him the book. "Thank you, sir... that... made me feel better... I will make it up to you some how, I promise."

"Just get stronger," Smoker insisted and opened the book into the middle with one hand, skimming it vaguely as he watched over his right hand woman.

"Yes sir...!"

With that, Tashigi closed her eyes and let herself relax enough to fall into another light doze.

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